It starts with low, grumbling, motor rumbles around 11:15 am. The revving of golf carts, motorcycles and ATV’s mumble next. Then, a rush of cars heading down the Cutoff before, well, before they are cut off from the road once the parade begins. By 11:30, a slow caravan of antique tractors, vintage cars and patriotically decorated bikes, trykes, and wagons begin to assemble behind the shiny red fire engine.
Tom and I, maybe two or three other neighbors, haul out our folding lawn chairs holding something cool to drink in midday sun. We are the offiical spectators. With most of the residents in the procession, someone has to cheer them all on.
So it goes, my friend, as the best 4th of July parade ever commences here along a two mile road where we enjoy a semi-pastoral life along the Cutoff.
Let the parade begin! All six minutes of it.